Poem In Your Pocket Morning

Put this poem in your pocket, I say
He looks at me
patient
tolerant
amused
Like you would look at some docile crazy person

My husband analyzes profit statements
not poems
My husband writes spreadsheets
not essays
My husband attends conferences
not readings

But, oh, he reads me
and slides the poem in his briefcase

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